Thomas Campion - When the god of merry love - текст песни (слова)

When the god of merry love
 As yet in his cradle lay,
 Thus his wither'd nurse did say,
 Thou a wanton boy will prove
 To deceive the powers above;
 For by thy continual smiling,
 I see thy power of beguiling.
 
 Therewith she the babe did kiss,
 When a sudden fire out came
 From those burning lips of his,
 That did her with love enflame,
 But none would regard the same,
 So that, to her day of dying,
 The old wretch liv'd ever crying.